POV: Elias Beaumont
Markus's fist hit my jaw before I could get away.
When I hit the ground hard, I could taste blood. All of the Artemis Pack stood around us and watched in shock. My Beta stood over me with anger in his eyes.
"Get up," yelled Marcus. "Show them you're still an Alpha worth following."
I slowly stood up after wiping the blood from my mouth. "Marcus, what are you doing?"
"What someone should have done weeks ago," he said, following me around like a wolf. "I'm challenging you for leadership of this pack."
Sounds were made by people in the crowd. This wasn't meant to happen. Marcus was my best friend, my most trusted mentor. We'd grown up together, fought side by side for years.
"Why?" I asked, truly confused.
"Because you've gone soft," Marcus spat. "Because you're more worried about impressing some girl than protecting your own people."
"Amara isn't just some girl. She's my mate."